I Became The Dog In An All Female Household !!top!! Guide

When a strange noise came from the alley at 2 AM, I grabbed a flashlight and went outside. I am the pseudo-man of the house. I check the locks. I kill the spiders (via relocation, because they won’t let me kill them). But I also know that if I left for a week, they’d survive just fine. They’d probably reorganize the pantry and forget to tell me. I am the dog: loyal, useful, but ultimately not running the pack.

Here’s how I know.

Not literally. But they will decide it’s time for fresh air, grab my arm, and say, “We’re going to the farmer’s market. You’re carrying the bags.” I go. I do not resist. I trot alongside them, slightly behind, holding reusable totes like a Labrador carrying a duck. i became the dog in an all female household